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Part two of the thoughts and musings on commuter-land of author Richard Aronowitz, whose latest novel It's Just the Beating of My Heart was written entirely on the train.
The man in the wheelchair, parked in the space that the unused clapdown seat opposite mine had left empty, took a large gulp of my takeaway coffee.
It was an unusual start to the day.
The man in the wheelchair, with an upmarket chortle, apologised for the MacTakeaway mistaken gulp from identical styrofoam cups. His and my coffees, inches but miles apart.
People on train journeys fascinate me, but I do everything that I can to avoid speaking to them. The man in the wheelchair waited to watch me sip from my cup. What else could I do? It got us talking, that gulp. He was a bloodstock agent from Newmarket, back broken when younger in a riding accident. Nice chortle, friendly chap, invested here and there. He asked me what I was typing; I told him a novel.
It turned out that he liked reading novels as much as drinking coffee, the man in the wheelchair.
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